It wasn't an invitation for competition, [ he mutters quietly, apparently already getting a head-start on the sulking. slowly he worms his hands underneath reki's shirt, echoing that desire to be closer and closer still. ]
We'll get Chihiro and Nanaka something too, so they don't end up swiping whatever I manage to win you.
Good idea. Maybe if we get 'em chewtoys they'll stop trying to eat the furniture.
[ reki isn't sure what's better: the vibe, or getting to luxuriate under qi fang's touch like this. he makes a low, pleased little noise in the pit of his throat, but he's back up again in a second, kinetic as ever. ]
We could kiss on the ferris wheel. Isn't that a thing?
[ how can he possibly stop the cheesy grin that spreads across his lips when reki is being this cute? ]
Yeah, that's a thing. [ he lifts a hand to start tucking errant strands out of reki's face, behind his ear. ] We can do whatever you want, man. The whole day can be ours.
[ all this has reki thinking, though, idly toying with qi fang's hair as he considers just how long it's been since he's done something like this—anything like this. ]
Y'know, it's been a long time since I've gone out and done shit with anyone my own age. Kinda makes me wonder what else I've been missin' out on.
[ it's a sobering thought, if only because it just reminds qi fang how much more he still has to learn about reki. without realizing, his hand stands moving in slow, comforting circles against reki's back. ]
To be honest, it's probably all boring as fuck compared to what you're used to... but you got me to do that stuff with now. We'll do it all, huh? Whatever you want.
[ yeah, reki's had his suspicions that most other teenagers are just bored most of the time. but now it's different; qi fang makes things like walking fun when it's never, ever been before. ]
[ alright, well. qi fang has to laugh at that. it's such an absurd thing to fathom, that a teenager wouldn't know what teenagers do. but he gets it, he thinks. if anything, it makes him more endeared to the other. ]
Honestly? I dunno if we do much. It's mostly just hanging out, killing time. Getting into trouble cuz we can't help ourselves. Trying to get lucky where we can.
[ he pauses, thinking about it. ]
We're kind of already doing it, actually. Just shooting the shit like this. Watching your sisters. Hanging around each other's place.
[ trust that reki turns bright red at that laugh. retaliation comes in the form of pinched cheeks; it is kinda funny, probably, so qi fang will get off easy on this grave betrayal. ]
So... nothing is the answer. Wasn't missing out on much after all.
[ except, he guesses, moments like these. people he can actually connect to. but that's way too lame to voice, and anyway, he already has that. #nonewfriends ]
Maybe I'll start actually going to soccer club or something.
Kinda. The team has a designated dude who begs me to come to games sometimes, but I don't go to practice or anything.
[ it's just kind of a deal that worked out. he needs the credits, they pretend he shows up, and he's there when that one guy asks hard enough. that guy whose name reki doesn't even know, he realizes. ]
But it'd be easier for us, right? If I was more... normal.
[ that's so many questions and reki isn't even sure what he was trying to say in the first place. he crosses his arms over qi fang's chest and leans his weight into them, trying to wrestle him back down. ]
It's just a question. I dunno what it's like for you to date me, but if there's things I can do to make it easier, why not?
[ he sighs, feeling only slightly bashful that his reaction seems to be a bit over the top. he can't help it though; it may be second nature for reki to talk down on himself, but qi fang isn't used to it, nor does he want to be. ]
You're fine, man. Don't stress so much about it, it's not like I'm asking you to change.
[ it's nice to have someone who reacts strongly to things; it puts them both on the same page and feels more comfortable, familiar even. still not a valid excuse to escape any ribbing in THIS house, though. ]
You're right. Why stress about what my boyfriend's going through? Not like I like that guy or anything.
[ reki blows out his cheeks. fuckin' beat that, chump. ]
Yeah, all right, but... I'm still gonna think about you. Kinda can't really stop all that. And I'm pretty sure if I could, that wouldn't be a good thing.
[ reki flicks his hand, but the booping isn't what's making his cheeks turn red. his eyes shift, like he's searching for a lifeline—or possibly a window to slip out of. ]
Not... that I mean. I, uh...
[ it's funny how much you can go through with a person and still be completely uncomfortable talking about your feelings. ]
It's... pretty dope. Hearing things like that. Anyway.
[ it's different! anyway, it doesn't matter. now reki has to kill him. easy enough to flip down one of the pillows behind his head and smush it over his face. ]
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We'll get Chihiro and Nanaka something too, so they don't end up swiping whatever I manage to win you.
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[ reki isn't sure what's better: the vibe, or getting to luxuriate under qi fang's touch like this. he makes a low, pleased little noise in the pit of his throat, but he's back up again in a second, kinetic as ever. ]
We could kiss on the ferris wheel. Isn't that a thing?
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Yeah, that's a thing. [ he lifts a hand to start tucking errant strands out of reki's face, behind his ear. ] We can do whatever you want, man. The whole day can be ours.
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What about blowjobs on the ferris wheel? Is that a thing?
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I mean, probably. But only if I get to get you off the second round.
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We're never gonna leave that fucking wheel, man.
[ all this has reki thinking, though, idly toying with qi fang's hair as he considers just how long it's been since he's done something like this—anything like this. ]
Y'know, it's been a long time since I've gone out and done shit with anyone my own age. Kinda makes me wonder what else I've been missin' out on.
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To be honest, it's probably all boring as fuck compared to what you're used to... but you got me to do that stuff with now. We'll do it all, huh? Whatever you want.
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I, uh...
[ see, here's the problem. ]
I wouldn't really know what to want.
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Honestly? I dunno if we do much. It's mostly just hanging out, killing time. Getting into trouble cuz we can't help ourselves. Trying to get lucky where we can.
[ he pauses, thinking about it. ]
We're kind of already doing it, actually. Just shooting the shit like this. Watching your sisters. Hanging around each other's place.
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So... nothing is the answer. Wasn't missing out on much after all.
[ except, he guesses, moments like these. people he can actually connect to. but that's way too lame to voice, and anyway, he already has that. #nonewfriends ]
Maybe I'll start actually going to soccer club or something.
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[ this, of course, spoken around pinched cheeks so it's very well that reki may not be able to actually hear his words. ]
Yeah, I mean... you don't have to do stuff just cuz you think you have to.
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[ it's just kind of a deal that worked out. he needs the credits, they pretend he shows up, and he's there when that one guy asks hard enough. that guy whose name reki doesn't even know, he realizes. ]
But it'd be easier for us, right? If I was more... normal.
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What does that even mean? Normal? Easier? [ all of it, everything reki just said. ] Easier how? Are we struggling right now?
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[ that's so many questions and reki isn't even sure what he was trying to say in the first place. he crosses his arms over qi fang's chest and leans his weight into them, trying to wrestle him back down. ]
It's just a question. I dunno what it's like for you to date me, but if there's things I can do to make it easier, why not?
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You're fine, man. Don't stress so much about it, it's not like I'm asking you to change.
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You're right. Why stress about what my boyfriend's going through? Not like I like that guy or anything.
[ he leans in closer, brows knitting. ]
C'mon, man.
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[ now it's qi fang's turn to pull on a cheek. ]
I'm trying to tell you I'm good. [ besides, reki's giving up so much already... ] If something comes up, I'll let you know. Okay?
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Yeah, all right, but... I'm still gonna think about you. Kinda can't really stop all that. And I'm pretty sure if I could, that wouldn't be a good thing.
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Definitely think about me, I work hard to occupy as much of your brainspace as I can.
[ fine he'll just boop your nose but remember: you asked for this. ]
But we're good. Better than good, even.
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[ reki flicks his hand, but the booping isn't what's making his cheeks turn red. his eyes shift, like he's searching for a lifeline—or possibly a window to slip out of. ]
Not... that I mean. I, uh...
[ it's funny how much you can go through with a person and still be completely uncomfortable talking about your feelings. ]
It's... pretty dope. Hearing things like that. Anyway.
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You were just choking on my dick and that's what you wanna be shy about? Shit, you're so cute.
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Shhh. Don't fight it, baby.
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Your mom's gonna miss me!
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What?
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I said... your mom.
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